Quiet

There's a quiet little manand he sits at his windowDoesn't make a soundbut he watches where the wind blowsWants to go outsidefears wouldn't let him[Force] a little smileand the fears come rolling

la la bum bum dum dum dum dum

You can go outside where the sun & the people blind youYou can go outside where the love of the people finds you - it will find you

When he walks through the mazein the circles of his back place[White? One?] shoe on his roofis still tied at the shoelaceHe will [never curse] againall the days on his home spentNailing all the doors& jumping through the window